Following History

a long long time ago there was the story of a woman who lost a friend
and how he abused her indirectly
making her endure ridicule, severe insults, and eventually physical abuse
just so she could spend time with him.

a long time ago, though not as long, i told you that story
you hugged me and held me close
and would always tell me how much
you didn't want to see me hurt
again

yet...
you followed his footsteps

when your friends ridiculed me
you walked away
when I was attacked
you turned your head
and when I needed a friend
I looked for you...

The same silence greeted me
just like long long ago

Vision of Truth

No one can tell you who your friends are.
It's something you have to see for yourself.

It took me a month of Sundays to see
though the confusion,
false friends surrounding me like harsh fog on the sea
hiding jagged knife edge cliffs in my path

but even the worst of fogs will fade
broken on shafts of bright midday sun
and for once I feel
and see
the truth.

True friends are there
always.
They aren't swayed by rumor.
They don't ignore you.
They don't put you through hell to earn their friendship.
They don't spread lies.

True friends help your soul fly.

Taking Flight

It's ok for me to fly
It's ok if I open my wings and try to take the air
when you're here.

I know I'll make mistakes,
but you will still be here when I do
you put me at ease in a way
none other has
I'm unafraid to grow
unafraid to walk unarmored
unafraid to risk the air

you put me at ease
without second guessing
you make me feel safe
give me confidence
I am free from the chains of fear
and I take to the air